This is my doggy posing for her "Old Navy Mascot" photos. Couldn't look more depressed if she TRIED! Geez dog. Your life is so stinking rough. Ok, so I am going to have your ovaries removed and you'll never bear children, it's not so bad. That dog at the dog park was never going to call you anyways. I know his type. Trust me your better off. What? Taz from upstairs? NO way man, you may not have noticed but he is a chiauaua. No really, I am not lieing.
So, I have been physically ill with the concern of the unknown work adventures. I'm not the only one going through a lot, but I don't know how things will turn out in a matter of weeks or months, or if I'll sign another lease since I'll never be able to afford the housing payments in my area. (Darn antartica property taxes). I guess I figured things would be FAR more settled when I was this close to 30, but they are not. I may give up and move back upstate. Time will tell, I just have felt in limbo since I moved here, although there are plenty of things to like, there are plenty of things to dislike as well. I don't speak Spanish for one. I shall not go into it.
It's been a bloggy type day, I expected a lot more on my plate but since it hasn't arrived yet I've been dumping random thoughts on my contacts list. I'm not sure how much they appreciate that but it's nice to have emails that are not work related on a work day. It's like mail that's not junk mail. Refreshing. At least, I'd like to think so.
Is it bad that I blank out when my husband starts talking about all things work related? I'm not very detailed oriented. Just give me the big picture. Short/sweet.